Lynx made great strides during his first week under saddle, so much progress that I felt he was ready for a real job. On this outfit that often means moving cattle.
Sometimes you just have to trust your gut. I believe this to be especially true when working with green horses.
Lynx has made good progress with his new herd mates. He now spends his idle hours turned out, enjoying green grass and room to run. He must remain on the fringes of the cavvy but the others now tolerate him there. He has even made a friend, Teak, who towers over him but hangs out with him nonetheless.
Give 6 horses a half-section (320 acres) of pasture to play in and they will head straight for the nearest stretch of barbed wire to do their shenanigans. For the record I loathe barbed wire but in my part of the world, a rough patch of country given to cattle ranches and large pastures, it is ubiquitous.
Earlier this week Lynx traveled the first few miles of his journey to a new life. On Thursday he gamely he walked up the ramp of my trailer. In a few short minutes he was rolling away, leaving behind the soil he was born on and the only horses and humans he’d ever known.
When I was a boy I was given the privilege of riding a horse called Big John. Tall, black and steady, John took me all over. Along the way he gave me a lesson in trust.